I have been a boy scout leader for many years, primarily so my son had a good troop to be in. Aside from my adventures in that realm, I also maintained my papers as a registered leader in the girl scouts. Having three girls there was no way I could ever get away with taking my son's troop camping every weekend and not help my girls troops do the same when they wanted to. To my surprise there was a fairly large number of the girls that loved to camp and be outdoors. I never took them camping alone.
The girl scout rules made it clear that I , thankfully, always had to have an adult female leader with us. That kept me out of trouble on a number of occasions, not because of anything that I was doing, but because of what some of the girls did on occasion, but that is another story altogether.
In order to be eligible to do this I had to make the trek two hours on two separate weekends for the training. The first was two days of classroom work that I could have easily taught. The second was a two day campout which I could have easily done in my sleep. I got plenty of attention from the ladies, being the only guy at the training, and it helped that I was only thirty five years old in pretty good shape. That was all ten years ago, and a whole different story. Now, I'm no spring chicken, being in my mid forties, but I love the outdoors and am frequently fishing on one of the lakes, wearing nothing but a swim suit or some athletic shorts, especially on those hot summer days. My wife loves the tan and working out three times a week keeps me down to one seventy five and the beer gut away.
Last year, in response to a request by several of the leaders in my daughter's troop, I agreed to take a number of them on a more rugged adventure. More than the normal car camping. This was a pure backpacking trip designed to give the few girls that went along a good taste of what it's like, and also to train the leaders that went in some more advanced camping techniques in preparation for a trip to the Canadian boundary waters that they were planning for this year.
Based on the amount that the trip and myself were apparently talked about at the regional leaders meetings, I received a request from another of the local area leaders to repeat the training again, this time just for more adult leaders. I was fairly hesitant, since I was also slated to lead the trek to Canada in less than two months, but she convinced me that they would take care of everything, if I just told them what they needed to prepare.
It was to be a small group, only 4 ladies, all of them in "good shape" as she put it. I agreed and we set about e-mailing lists of equipment and things that needed to be done. I had my list of normal equipment modified by the ladies I took on the previous trip, since some of the items that were important to me may be useless to them or worse, a few things that we all learned they needed but didn't have. I sent them menu lists to choose meals from and based on the replies, gave them a shopping list of backpack foods. To my surprise, the list of women suddenly grew to eight as the trip approached.
It was a hot summer morning in early June when we all met at the church, the equipment shakedown being done a week before by Beth, the head leader that was doing the organizing. I had met Beth at several functions and it was no surprise to see her beaming with her usual enthusiasm. She was in her mid thirties, had a well toned body with medium sized breasts wiggling around under a crop top shirt. One of the things that the ladies on the last trip explained, was that women don't sweat the way men do, and sports bra's soak up a lot of it and quickly end up sticky and heavy. Since there wasn't room or weight to pack enough to really stay comfortable, they suggested Crop tops, or half t-shirts that allow a lot of bare skin to be exposed to the breeze, while preventing the backpack straps from chaffing, and a lightweight bra if desired. Some women just don't feel comfortable without one on, even in the wilds. They also echoed my recommendation for good quality shorts made from synthetic materials.
Cotton doesn't dry, no matter how comfortable it is when it's dry, it's horrible when wet. I learned a long time ago to leave the cotton briefs behind and I wore polyester zip-off pants with either silk or synthetic briefs. Unfortunately the only choices in these materials were either what my wife calls "fuck me" underwear, or boxers, and I have never been a boxer fan, although I always carry one pair in case I get chafed. Today I had on a pair of purple micro briefs that did a good job of holding me in place while I hiked and wick the moisture away.
What I hadn't counted on was having eight ladies, ranging from late twenties to late thirties all standing around in crop tops, wearing the thinnest bra's they could buy, or in at least one case I was sure of, no bra at all. Introductions were made and I promptly forgot most of their names, as was usual for me, with the exception of one particular lady, Emily, who had decided that, as she put it, if shorts were good a micro-skirt was better.
I handed out some last minute equipment, carabineers, swiss seats and ropes for a surprise rappelling excursion I planned for them. The ropes went to the ladies that didn't have the tents, since each tent was shared by two people, with the exception of mine of course. I showed them how to secure the ropes to their packs by putting the largest hank on my pack. I walked around as they put their gear on their packs to make sure it was secure. I was crouched down next to a redhead with cute freckles when I looked over toward Emily. She had bent over stiff legged to secure the carabineers to her pack, and I quickly realized that she was not wearing any bra, and I could see her firm and bare C cup tits up under her short shirt. I nearly lost my balance and fell over when I also realized she had forgone any form of underwear.
My micro briefs were suddenly nowhere near large enough to handle what was growing inside my shorts as I had a long look at her completely exposed pussy. By the time I tore my eyes from her and stood up, my hard dick was obvious in my thin shorts, a fact that was not lost on several of the other ladies. I got several long stares as I packed gear into the back of my truck. Fortunately Emily rode in the other vehicle on the way to the trailhead, and that gave my dick a chance to recover to its normal size.
It was a two hour drive to get to the trailhead, not because it was that far away, but because we had to drive around the outside of the national forest area on little gravel roads. This particular area was a wilderness area with a number of rugged trails that looped around. You could do a loop as short as five miles, or as long as fifty. In one location you could do a four mile loop around a hill, or go over the five hundred foot hump by a three quarter mile long trail. This was a good place we had used before to train scouts getting ready for high adventure mountain hiking.
There was also a location that I found on the topo map a number of years ago that provided a great location for rappelling. It was off the main trail by a mile or so, but the two hundred plus foot sheer cliff was a spectacular drop. The downside was that it was half a mile walk and climb to get back up to do it again. There was also an intermittent spring coming right out the side of the rock face that sometimes made a waterfall, and a nice place to cool off. We arrived at the trail head and I reviewed the plan for the four day trek.
Day one was going to be an easy five mile hike, just to make sure that everyone was able to handle the longer parts of the trek and adjust their equipment. We would spend time going over how to find and treat drinking water, which was very important in this kind of weather. The second day was a real trek, fifteen rugged up and down miles, ending at the bottom of the cliff. The third day we would spend relaxing at the cliff and the last day we would hike out the eight final miles.
